Those Ignored Voices...

Edgar Allen Poe once said “Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.”

Silence is frightening! Technically it’s not the silence that scares us, but that impending voice, a whisper which we subconsciously ignore every night. 

It was pitch dark outside, not even a single lamp post was working. Relaxing in a shabby balcony on 5^th floor, he enjoyed the whole thrill of being alone in an unfinished Multi-storey building, which neighbors claims to be a place of occult.

It was surprisingly cold that night but his hands were moist. Its 1 AM. Cold breeze mix with thick mist decked upon almost all the nearby visible things. He was experiencing enhanced senses; all of his six senses were highly alert. His veins are full of adrenaline. Resting against a wall in the balcony he was fidgeting up with his phone and keeps on looking at that black, almost empty void.

Bizarrely, flies were swarming around him constantly and the buzzing sound are now getting on his nerves.

 ‘I was here before’ he mumbled. He was into multiple Deja Vu. 

Voice: ‘You've done it Kid!’

‘What was that...not again please. Stop toying with me. Get out! Get out of my head..’ with shivering hands he took out a pill and swallows it without water.

He was terrified, not because he was alone; his solitude hardly matters to him but the fact that he knew he’s not alone. He was feeling weird stiffness around him as if someone is standing just next to him close, very close. It was a full moon night; heavily gasping he took out a neatly made roll, lights up and...Puff! Couple of deep drags. Peace. His heart beat calms down. Gasping and shivering have almost gone.  To enjoy the fullest he put on the music on his phone - Enigma’s Mea Culpa...

3^rd drag...

4^th...

And.

....A foul smell fuses with wet concrete and charred lumber rupture his trance. His heart wasn't pumping enough blood to his brain, he was stoned, and smoke makes him unafraid. He flipped his phone and put on the mini torch and enters this large hall, he was constantly looking at the stairs far in the corner leading to nowhere.

As he kept on walking inside, the smell becomes more gruesome. He saw a partially open tattered wooden door, as he was about to open the door, his torch died and he heard a nerve-jangling scream of a woman. Chills down his spine, he was gasping heavily. He stick to a nearby wall and closed his ears. He can’t see nothing but the shadows.

Music continues - Enigma’s Mea Culpa

He was crying like a child, a helpless child stuck in a maze, he patted his phone repeatedly; the mini torch lights up again and brighten up his shirt, only to find it drenched in blood. He was breathless. He noticed his moist hands; his hands were shivering, he put his hand in front of torch, fear prevails instantly. His hands were covered with fresh blood and flesh. Flies were feeding from his blood covered fingers; he was stand still, numb. Zero.  Laughing.

He heard the voice again...singing...

“When the lights go out, you’ll have doubt...

You feel something behind, but you can’t find...

You can feel it, you can hear it, and it’s breath against your ear...

But when you turn around, there’s nothing there”

He: Was it terrible?

Voice: No, it was awful. You didn't even properly slit her throat!

He: She was my girl, I...I couldn't be more brutal with her...

Voice: She’s bitch! Listen to me boy; she’s one big time whore. Say it!

He: Yes. She’s a bitch

Voice: Scream it!

He: She’s whore. She’s Bitch. I hate her. She’ll rot in hell........

(Keeps on stabbing her body underneath him)

Voice: Laughing. Attaboy. I’ll be back!

With soaked hands in fresh blood, he sat on his girl’s body staring the very empty stares leading to nowhere....

Music Continues Enigma’s Mea Culpa...

.....Voices are creepy and do exist around and inside us, all the time. They are more like dogs, they come when they are called.

PS: True story served with fabrication!

Metro Mayhem!

Standing in the middle of the door with horde behind, Intense looks combined with narrowed eyes, I feel like King Leonidas. Standing Fearless, standing still

And then..

‘Spartans, prepare for glory!’ I scream in my head just a few second before I am going to get off on Rajiv Chowk station! :|

As much as I hate travelling in metro, I love looking at people, laugh and then kill them in my head multiple times, precisely with Head Shots!

Metro is all about Mob and Mobile and here’s kind of people you probably met or you’ll going to meet,  and yes don’t forget to keep your cell phones back in your pockets because, “Life is what happens when you are busy playing candy-crush”

 1. Smart Ass: Can’t tell you how much smart their asses actually are, but one thing I can vouch for their pretentious skills. Blank faces. Calm as Cows reading ET, Coelho and yes our EL James, with that ‘Oh-I-am-convent educated-and-better-than-anyone-in-this-bogey’ looks. They flip 10 pages while talking on phone and that too WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING at it! Incredible!

 2. Corporate Cows: Well dressed. Neatly ironed LP shirt paired with fitted trousers or skirts, they smell good, sophistication pouring from their faces. They always fidget with their laptops and yes they make faces, disgusting faces, they’ve got amazing variety of expressions. If you are lucky enough you’ll get to see a woman doing this stuff. Visual delight!

3. नमूने: ‘Models’ as we proudly call it in English, Ironically they behave in the same manner. Certainly the most abundant and entertaining species, clad in super jazzy outfits carried away with a cool-walk throughout the metro from one end to another. Sporting head-gears bigger than their heads, checking out their newly discovered cheek dimple, hard earned jaw line, biceps, comparing height with others, cleavage meter, duck faces and the list goes on. Fun to watch! 

4. Love Birds: What could be more eye feasting than watching two love struck people teasing each other, guy’s over protective stance in a bogey full of skirt chasers, girl’s rare and extra lovable gesture, and telling people that he’s no more in the friend zone.  Aawwwwwww....hooowwwww Keewwwttt.... :| 

5. Hyperly active coll gangs: At one moment they make you feel all nostalgic and the next moment you feel like crushing their faces with bare hands. They are annoying and loud, their idiotic one-liners are directly proportional to how much people are smiling at it. Imagine a T-Rex trying to masturbate, that’s what they do, trying way too hard. :|

6. Skunks:  They just stink. Some smell like a soggy stray dog. You’ll love to watch a women expression when trap between those skunks and that too early morning. The blend of their sweat mix with oil clad hair combined with unwashed clothes supported by depressing and rude continues announcements will certainly charge your morning up! Better than caffeine :P

7. Sadist: Mightiest of all, slapdash! They love breaking ‘Emergency Button’ hymn, every time they see a virgin Emergency Button. Put their middle finger in the hole above the sliding gate fantasizing their deep dark secrets, Fickle with collected dead bodies of wasps inside the tube light panes. Torn away the black rubber in between sliding gates and guiding map on the side mirrors while digging their nose......they remind me of Cape Fear’s Max Cady

........और ऐसे ही कुछ चूतिये लोगो की वजह से; guys like me are now depriving to see some pretty faces around us in the same bogey. :|

Moral of this piece:  ‘Too much people on this planet, we desperately need a new plague’ 

Hence Proved (Part 2)...:|

A piece of advice: Before going through this convo kindly click on the link  http://kayblogwala.blogspot.in/2012/03/hence-proved.html or else you’ll feel like watching Matrix Triology without Audio :D

Girl: Hey Honey! (in a very heart melting tone)

Boy:Yes my love, tell me.

Girl: whatcha doing?

Boy: nothing, just cleared another level of the new game I got.

Girl: aah of course.

Boy: so you done for the day?

Girl: naah, not yet got an hour more and then got some free time. For now got a while so thought of
speaking with you.

So, what did you do the entire day?

Boy: day started in the noon, and then did some of the usual stuff went out to get the new awesome
game CD and well spent the next hours playing it, more like killing it( happiness personified with the last
statement)

Girl: that’s a very “you” day. Didn’t you go out somewhere?

Boy: thought of, but then landed up doing what I told you.

Girl: I see!!

Boy: well also I wrote a new piece today.

Girl: you did? Good. Whats it about?

Boy: a telephonic conversation. A little about us, and a little made up (giggle)

Girl: telephonic aaye? Which one? And made up? Definitely. To make it appealing, you’d do that.

Boy: want me to read it out?

Girl:yes sure, go on!!(eagerness in her tone)

Boy: (spends next 15mins reading it out to her)

Girl: no shit, so you think I am a nagging girlfriend? Is it now?

Boy: (silent) no baby, I don’t. ok you know what I am going to delete it. (clicking sound)

Girl: no no no no, I was just pulling your leg. Its fine. Don’t delete it.

Boy: too late now. I already did so.

Girl: oh I know you, you just saying so. You wouldn’t delete your writing. Anyway if you did. Just recover

it back. Now.

Boy: no no I am serious I did delete it. Its gone now. Shift+Del.

Girl: crap. U are nuts. You know I was just kidding.

Boy: I didn’t want to make any point out of that writing, it was just for a gag. Nothing more. I didn’t
mean to offend or upset you Honey.

Girl: of course I know that baby. Is there no way you can recover it back? (really feeling sorry)

Boy: aah, well I think I didn’t blow it completely. I just got it again.

Girl: see, moron. I knew you wouldn’t. just some extra drama, and you write about me being dramatic.
Hmph!!

Boy: oh no, I did delete it. But I checked the recycle bin and apparently I didn’t press Shift+Del, it was
just with the mouse, I deleted. I usually shift delete everything. But since I am talking so got mobile in
one hand and mouse in another. So just the basic delete process I did.

Girl:yeah fine. You know what?

Boy:what?

Girl: I am going to reply to your writing with another writing by me.

Boy: are you? Like a continual conversation?

Girl: correct.

Boy: and what are you going to write about? On how pathetic and sloppy of a boyfriend I am? Right?

Girl: true that, but no I will write about this conversation. The one we are having now. This very
conversation. ( a big teeth showing smile)

Boy: oh no, you wont!

Girl: why not?

Boy: err. Well ok go ahead write it up.

Girl: muaah. And then you can post it in your blog.com. (seemingly happy)

Boy: yes sure, I will. And then I will write a reply to that one, and then you write a reply to that one and
then we shall be the ones who create this awesome internet-telephonic –chat-massacre !! (sounds like a
three year old kid)

Girl: Geez! Ok if you say so.

Now you see, how the nature of a guy can change over just a matter of a single conversation.

Doesn’t matter how strong, how much of a stud, how buffy the guy may be. There is always this one
side of him which we woman always, ALWAYS get it out of them. But sometime the guys forget that its
only cuz of that one woman in their life they let loose of themselves and their feelings. Which definitely
doesn’t make them gay or a puss, but instead makes them loved and cared more.

I believe its ok for a man to let loose of his feelings. And a lot of you women out there will agree on that.
And so will you misters.

PS: this conversation is not at all made up, its how loveable he is!!


The Writer is a Photographer !

 

By: Aarti Pekette 

Probable answers of unanswerable questions !

Women can't help being Inquisitive, they are born with this annoying trait, at-least most of the men think so. But you can't deny the fact; it is a man who evokes a certain degree of curiosity among women.  However unanswerable their questions may be, interestingly you can find a similarity in the kind of questions women usually ask men. I always wonder how can it be possible? Imagine a huge server of women brain, attached with each other, exchanging similar data with the speed of light in Terabytes each second, sounds like Skynet. Read the article further to know the repetitive questions and their probable ANSWERS..!!

Question 1: Why are you always think about "Sex" not emotions?

Probable Answer: Well that's a tricky one, but a time to confess some things, and I know most of the guys reading this would agree with me. Like women are blessed with motherhood, we men are cursed read BLESSED with an unusual drive towards sex. We just can’t help it, it’s by default, and I think we are more lenient to our testosterone level. Talking about emotions thing, Yes, we do have plenty of emotions, we feel hungry you see....

Question 2: Why are you not expressive enough to speak your heart out?

Probable Answer: Before I speak my heart out, I too have a question,” Why is it so essential for women?” means it is our mistake that we are born in a male clan without having excessive emotions, just because your hormones gets you weepy all the time you except us to behave in the same way. Ok, the thing is we take time, situation and place to share and to talk what is occupying our mind. One more thing stop comparing a MAN with your heaps of Metrosexual male species, it leads to severe trauma....See, who says we are not expressive....

Question 3: Why you keep getting angry/abuse in traffic?

Probable Answer: This question doesn’t need any explanation, not because it’s evident, but i don’t want to write an Epic..!. Bikers left side overtake, turtle speed on highways, unwanted honking, topsy-turvy auto rickshaw, raging trucks and a vehicle with a women driver, what else one could want to experience one bad road day. Just look through a broader vision, how many idiotic reckless people are driving freely on the roads, even the super chilling AC in your car won’t help you  cool your temper. We know the abuse is limited to us only, but what to do, it’s the only way to vent your frustration out. We don’t want our beloved ones to suffer our wrath. Got it, you better do. Move to the next...

 Question 4: What do you tell your friends about me?

Probable Answer: Nothing is the word. This is the new girlfriend type question which I don’t know how to tackle, if you tell everything about your woman which include some pre defined adjective like beautiful, one of a kind, humble, down to earth, kind, lovely, sweet, smart, intelligent, caring, adorable, stunning, head turner, gorgeous mmmm....let me take out my dictionary, she thinks that she’s nothing just an arm candy and if you don’t talk about her, she thinks that you are sceptical in the relationship, she is bound to accuse of you of not being sure about her. So my lovely ladies we need a perfect timing to puke about you. We can also give you the freedom to tell us what they want us to talk about with their pals.

Question 5: Why don’t you compliment me for my hair?

Probable Answer: This one actually creep us out. But still the answer is there are many more things to compliment her about, why do we waste our time on complimenting a thing which usually remains the same? New colourful streaks, shinning and bouncing hair, end of split-ends, fringes, seriously? It’s seems eye feasting in TVCs only (Television Commercials) with multiple effects of light, camera and graphics, same goes for your mascara, eyebrows and nail paints. We generally tend to give compliments when you are YOU, not one Diva, so stop expecting compliments on such mundane things. You yourself are much beyond than your makeup box.

  

Conclusion: The questions are inherited; you can’t actually evade but simply tackle them. ;)